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Sterek - Season 1

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Based on the fic Not As Described by Febricant

“Oh, this one’s interesting. Maybe a bit too much for you to handle though, I’d say.” Lydia is looking pointedly at her nails, searching for non-existent flaws in her polish. Stiles knows he’s being baited, but there’s only so much interest in his phone he can maintain when the muttering breaking out around the room has such a tone of disapproval.

Stiles looks up. The werewolf on the stage is decidedly not meek, nor is he particularly young in the way the others mostly have been. Stiles guesses he’s more towards the beginning of his thirties, although with werewolves it’s always difficult to tell. More to the point, though, he looks angry. Not in such a way that’s obvious but certainly in the set of his shoulders, the careful unclenching of his fists. Stiles reluctantly feels his interest catching, mostly because this is the first sign he’s seen that all is not quite as fine and polished as it seems.

Sterek AUStiles feels a little sick now that the adrenaline of competition has worn off, the enormity of what he’s just done only now sinking in. He’s bought a guy. Well, a werewolf, but still. A man. A man that Stiles, now that he thinks about it, can’t imagine for even a nanosecond doing something as mundane as dishes.

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Pining #1

In Other Words, Baby, Kiss Me | E | 61,264
Summary: Stiles has simple goals in life. To successfully complete his secret radar project without getting fired, to get a cottage on the Moon, and to untangle his mess of feelings for Moon Station 3 deputy, Derek Hale. Heck, he’ll even settle for two of the three.
tags: #human, #space,

Werewolf Love Songs, Vol. 1 | E | 37,157
Summary: Peter decides to use the power of Barry Manilow’s music to make Stiles and Derek fall in love.
Meanwhile, there are monsters and stuff, and Stiles and Derek are stupid.
tags: #obliviousstiles, #obliviousderek, #futurefic, #knotting

Sleeping Dogs | M | 42,370
Summary: Let sleeping dogs lie.
Prov. Do not instigate trouble.;Leave something alone if it might cause trouble.
Derek Hale is asleep in Stiles’s bed. And it just escalates from there.
Because of course it does.
tags: #obliviousstiles

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I’M ON HOLIDAY YES time to draw gaywolf

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“Lydia isn’t a liar, is she?” he asks him, looking at Derek seriously, “She wasn’t lying about the mate thing. She was telling the truth. Lydia never lies. Lydia’s brutally honest, actually.”

“Stiles –”

“What I don’t understand,” Stiles says loudly, drowning out Derek’s attempt to talk, “is why, if that is the case, you pushed me away. I mean, I told you I loved you, Derek. And you shoved those words back in my face and just walked away. You told me not to come back. What is that, Derek?” Stiles demands, “What is that?”

Derek doesn’t say anything, blinking at Stiles. “No, you do not get to be the stoic, angry, silent guy,” Stiles says, pointing at him accusatorily. Derek’s eyes flash and he actually looks guilty.

“I – Stiles,” he says and he sounds pained. “I can’t.”

“You can’t what?” Stiles asks.

“I can’t ask that of you!” he shouts, and Stiles steps forward a little.

“Ask what of me?” he asks, softer now.

“I can’t ask you to be mine forever, when I’m the worst person in the world to be stuck with forever. I can’t ask you to love me, I can’t ask you to be with me. Because I will – I will fuck it up,” Derek chokes, and Stiles is close now, pressed against him, staring up at him.

Derek blinks rapidly, and if Stiles didn’t know better, he’d think he was trying to block tears.

“It’s not that I don’t – that I didn’t –” Derek mumbles, but he still can’t say it, and Stiles heart shatters a little.

He backs away. Derek’s arms snaps out and wraps around his wrist, “Don’t,” he whispers, “I’m – I do,” he says firmly, “I do.”

“You do what?” Stiles demands, looking up and meeting his eyes, determined. Derek closes his eyes and breathes deeply.

Sterek Week: Day 4 - Breakup/Makeup

Based on “Waiting for You to Say It First" by paradis

Posted 5 hours ago on Jul 22nd with 1,249 notes
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Sterek AU: The one where Derek is sort of sleeping beauty and Stiles is kinda the handsome prince. 

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Play Crack the Sky
 | Mature | 17/? (WIP but worth it) 

Excerpt from “Hale Pulls the Plug on the Future of Rock,” Rolling Stone, Issue 1203 – Oct. 2014

“Fans and music industry vets alike are left reeling in the wake of bassist Derek Hale’s sudden departure from Smokes for Harris. At a time when the foursome from Beacon Hills, California seems to be on the cusp of rock superstardom after just one double platinum record, Smokes has everything to lose.”

Excerpt from “Smokes for Harris: Gladiator,” – Feb. 2015

“Smokes for Harris gives in a little to the pop punk of yesteryear in their sophomore effort, but rather than pandering to fans of a lost era they elevate the genre in a way that hasn’t been seen in quite some time. Frontman Stiles Stilinski works double duty as singer and primary songwriter and proves that he can handle the task even without former bassist Derek Hale.”

Here @ ao3



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Anonymous asked: Sterek: "Can we pretend I didn’t just say that?"


Stiles has a plan.

He even thinks it’s a good plan; all he has to do is find Professor Hale, convince him that Stiles is the best person for his job posting, and then finally make a little money to get his Jeep fixed.

It all sounds so easy in his head, just so long as he ignores all the rumors he’s heard about Professor Hale. Horror stories, really. Everything points to this guy being an unbearable asshole and Stiles doesn’t really mix well with unbearable assholes - mostly because he is one - but he has to try. He needs this job.

As he approaches what he thinks is Professor Hale’s office, he slows his walk. His hands clench at his sides and he takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself. He can do this; he can stop being a smart ass long enough to prove his competency.

The Professor’s TA is sitting behind the desk when Stiles walks in. The plain gray t-shirt he’s wearing stretches tight over his shoulders and chest, the muscles in his arms flexing minutely as he writes something in a notebook. There’s stubble and cheekbones and a pair of Converse-clad feet sticking out on the other side of the desk and if all of that wasn’t bad enough, when the guy lifts his gaze, Stiles finds himself staring into the prettiest pair of eyes he’s ever seen.

There is not one bad thing about this guy and Stiles is suddenly very aware of how dry his mouth is.

"Can I help you?" the TA asks. His voice isn’t as deep as Stiles expected but it’s still pleasant. Stiles wants to know how he sounds when he moans.

"Um." He blinks, trying to find words - any words, any at all - that won’t get him arrested for sexual harrassment. What was he here for again?"Professor Hale. I’m looking for Professor Hale."

The TA just stares.

"So," Stiles falters, his face burning. Does the guy have to be so hot? It’s distracting. “Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Lips twitch, amused, and Stiles gets a flash of what that would feel like against his skin.

"Do you have an appointment?"

Stiles shakes his head. “No, sorry. I wanted to talk to him about the job posting. Do I, uh, need one?”

The TA visibly perks up at the mention of the job. He stands, coming around the desk to give Stiles a dreadful view of his thighs in a pair of form-fitting jeans. If he turns around, Stiles may actually faint.

He sticks his hand out and Stiles shakes it without really knowing why they’re suddenly acting like people with manners.

"That posting’s been up a week," the TA says, sounding relieved. "You’re the first person who’s come by; I didn’t think anyone would."

When Stiles just continues to stand there and stare, he adds, “I’m Professor Hale, by the way.”

Stiles blinks, trying to process this new information.

His first thought is, you’re too hot to be a professor.

It’s followed closely by, you’re not as much of an asshole as everyone says you are.

It’s only when not-a-TA-but-actually-Professor-Hale’s eyebrows shoot above his hairline that Stiles realizes he said that last one out loud. Or possibly both of them. God, he hopes not both of them.

He winces. “Can we just…pretend I didn’t say that?”

Professor Hale snorts. “Not a chance.”

Posted 22 hours ago on Jul 21st with 278 notes
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arcticwolf02 asked: Sterek- "I’ve got one word for you: sing-along!"


"I’ve got one word for you, Derek. Sing-along.” Stiles grins, waving tickets in Derek’s face. “As in the one-night-only Sound of Music Sing-Along at the theatre this weekend.”

It’s a little known fact and closely guarded secret that Derek is a Broadway freak. He has a stupidly large CD case dedicated to soundtracks that Stiles found a few months ago; tucked into the inside pockets were ticket stubs and a few pictures of him and Laura at shows in New York.

In Derek-Hale-speak, it’s practically a shrine.

"That’s two words," Derek says flatly.

Stiles falters, confused. “What?”

"Sing-Along; it’s two words."

Stiles rolls his eyes. “It’s a hyphenated word, asshole, it counts. Why are you focusing on that when you could be focusing on the tickets.”

"I’m not sitting through that," Derek says. "I don’t even like musicals."

Okay, so Derek doesn’t know that Stiles found his shrine. Stiles didn’t want to get the eyebrows, so he just avoided the subject altogether but now Derek’s lying about it and Stiles can’t just let that stand.

"Tell that to the forty-six ticket stubs I found in the CD case filled with dozens of Broadway soundtracks,” he retorts, grinning.

The eyebrows start gathering, Derek’s lip curling in a snarl. Stiles shoves one of the sing-along tickets against his chest before darting for the front door.

"It’s Saturday!" Stiles calls over his shoulder. "Eight o’clock!"

Stiles!” Derek shouts somewhere behind him; it sounds like he’s giving chase. “You counted?”

Posted 23 hours ago on Jul 21st with 154 notes
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